From time to time I feel blue and cook my own stew. Its bland and taste good enough for my stomach.
I knew from the start that my cooking isn't really that great nor it's appetising. Atleast my milk is sweet. I'm not fond of sodas dislike the fact that it boils my stomach.
Food, for now they're within reach, though must someday will come - starvation is inevitable
I cooked up a metaphor... My life in dual meaning.